Huang Rong from The Return of the Condor Heroes: Brother Jing, let's get a divorce.

Yang Guo's finger strike was as fast as lightning.

Yin Zhiping's attack was too slow, leaving him no time to parry or defend himself. He saw no way to avoid it; if struck by that finger, he would either die or be crippled.

In dire straits, Yin Zhiping's inherent despicable nature was fully unleashed.

Instead of retreating, he used the pressure from Yang Guo's sword sheath to tilt his body to the side. He formed his left hand into a claw and grabbed Lu Wushuang, who was still slumped on the ground, by the back of her collar.

Yin Zhiping used his arm strength to lift Lu Wushuang up and use her as a shield in front of him.

Lu Wushuang cried out in surprise, feeling a sudden dizziness. Before her eyes blurred, Yang Guo's fierce One-Finger Divine Skill was already right in front of her face.

Yang Guo was greatly alarmed.

He never imagined that the dignified chief disciple of the Quanzhen Sect would use a defenseless woman as a shield. Such shameless behavior was something even the lowest scoundrels in the martial arts world wouldn't do.

The force of the One-Finger Divine Skill had been released in large quantities, and it was less than three inches away from Lu Wushuang's brow.

If it lands on him, Lu Wushuang's brains will splatter on the spot.

Yang Guo gritted his teeth and forcibly withdrew his finger force. He slammed his sword on the ground with his right hand, using the rebound force of the curved blade to forcefully change the course of his body. He shifted three feet to the left.

He forcibly withdrew his killing move, and his true energy flowed backward through his meridians.

Yang Guo felt a tightness in his chest, and a metallic taste rose in his throat. He forced the blood back down, and after landing, he took two steps back, using his longsword to steady himself.

"Despicable!" Yang Guo cursed, "What kind of man are you, using a woman as a shield!"

Yin Zhiping hid behind Lu Wushuang, his right hand holding a long sword against Lu Wushuang's neck. The blade pressed against the skin on Lu Wushuang's neck, drawing blood.

"All's fair in war. Survival is a skill in itself." Yin Zhiping panted heavily, his face a mask of smugness and madness. "You feel sorry for her, don't you? You even have her child, don't you? Try moving again! Let's see if your sword is faster, or my throat-slitting sword!"

Lu Wushuang was being strangled, and tears streamed down her face in terror. She gripped Yin Zhiping's arm tightly with both hands, fearing that he might slit her throat with a sudden force.

"Yang Guo... save me..." Lu Wushuang cried out, her usual fierceness long gone.

Yang Guo stood still, hesitant to act rashly.

Looking at Yin Zhiping's smug face, he wished he could tear the old man to pieces. But he couldn't move; Lu Wushuang's life was in Yin Zhiping's hands. If he attacked forcefully, Lu Wushuang would surely die.

"Let her go. I'll let you go." As Yang Guo said this, he began to negotiate, "Don't you want to go down the mountain? You can go your own way, I won't stop you."

"Let me go? Do you think I'm a three-year-old?" Yin Zhiping sneered repeatedly, not believing Yang Guo's promise at all.

Hiding behind Lu Wushuang, he watched Yang Guo's hesitant and fearful expression, and a morbid sense of vengeful pleasure welled up inside him. "You, Yang Guo, aren't you arrogant? You stole my position as sect leader, didn't you? Now you have to obediently submit to my control."

He not only wanted to escape, but he also wanted to completely destroy Yang Guo. He wanted to ruin Yang Guo's reputation and make the boy wish he were dead.

"Yang Guo, do you really think you've won?" Yin Zhiping raised his voice, which carried far in the silent night forest. "Do you think that just because you've become the leader of the Quanzhen Sect, you can control everything? Heaven is watching all the dirty deeds you've done!"

The veins on the back of Yang Guo's hand, gripping the sword hilt, bulged. He knew he couldn't stop him now.

Yin Zhiping brought his mouth close to Lu Wushuang's ear, but his eyes were fixed on Yang Guo as he uttered each word carefully.

"Didn't you just ask me who you've touched?" Yin Zhiping laughed maliciously. "Sect Leader Yang is truly skilled; he doesn't even spare Guo Jing's wife. Huang Rong from Peach Blossom Island, the dignified leader of the Beggars' Sect, was channeling her inner energy into you in a stone cave in the middle of the night. You called her 'Rong'er' so affectionately."

Lu Wushuang's crying stopped abruptly.

She froze on the spot, forgetting even the pain in her neck.

What did she hear?

Guo Jing's wife? Huang Rong?

Although Lu Wushuang wandered the martial arts world, the names of Guo Jing and Huang Rong were renowned far and wide. They were the pillars of the Central Plains martial arts world, revered heroes by all.

Did Yang Guo call her Rong'er?

How could that be! Huang Rong is Guo Jing's wife, and the two are from different generations!

Lu Wushuang's mind was a jumbled mess, buzzing in and out. She stared wide-eyed at Yang Guo standing opposite her.

Yang Guo did not refute.

Yang Guo's face was terribly grim, and his eyes, which usually held a hint of mockery, were now filled with murderous intent. He stared intently at Yin Zhiping as if he were looking at a dead man.

No objection means acceptance.

Lu Wushuang felt as if she had been struck by lightning. She wished she were deaf, wished she had never heard those words.

She actually overheard this shocking scandal, this secret that could turn the entire Central Plains martial arts world upside down.

She is finished.

Regardless of who wins or loses today, she, the bystander who overheard the secret, is unlikely to have a good ending. If Yin Zhiping dies, will Yang Guo kill her to silence her in order to protect Huang Rong's reputation?

Lu Wushuang trembled all over, her back soaked with cold sweat. She even considered pretending to be dead.

"What nonsense are you spouting!" Yang Guo shouted, interrupting Yin Zhiping. He had to muddy the waters. "You traitor who betrays his master and ancestors, you dare to slander Aunt Guo's reputation even on your deathbed! You despicable villain, your mouth is full of lies, who in the world will believe you?"

"Slander? Whether it's slander or not, you know perfectly well!" Yin Zhiping didn't care about Yang Guo's explanation at all. He knew that once this seed of trouble was planted, Yang Guo's life would be miserable.

"You should really look in the mirror and see your face," Yin Zhiping mocked blatantly. "You're scared. You're scared that Guo Jing will find out, you're scared that the whole world will find out. You, Yang Guo, are a complete hypocrite, even dirtier than me!"

As Yin Zhiping spoke, he held Lu Wushuang hostage and slowly retreated.

He had calculated that Yang Guo would not dare to act rashly.

He wanted to retreat to the edge of the mass grave. Once inside that intricate and chaotic mass of graves, he could completely shake off Yang Guo and escape alive.

Yang Guo, carrying his sword, followed closely behind.

The two maintained a distance of three zhang between them at all times.

"You can't escape." Yang Guo's voice was extremely low, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth.

"We'll see about that." Yin Zhiping sneered, pressing his long sword down on Lu Wushuang's neck once more.

The night wind grew colder.

Lu Wushuang was dragged backward by Yin Zhiping, her mind filled with the name she had just heard—Huang Rong.

She really wanted to deafen herself.

This martial arts world, this Quanzhen Sect, this Yang Guo—they're all madmen.

She regretted it; she shouldn't have come to this back mountain hoping for revenge. She hadn't even avenged her parents, and now she'd been dragged into such a huge vortex.

Yin Zhiping's footsteps crunched on the withered branches.

The few broken tombstones in the mass grave were already faintly visible in the night.

Yang Guo gripped his longsword tightly; he was waiting.

The moment Yin Zhiping relaxes his guard, he must strike decisively. He absolutely cannot let this old bastard leave Zhongnan Mountain alive.

The two men advanced and retreated, locked in a stalemate in the dark woods.

The atmosphere was extremely tense.